Web Weaver: Weaponizing the Web

 

I know I shouldn't, 

  But the web twitches about, 

Tick, tick, ticking my leg, 

  and I must investigate.

Weaver, Weaver 

  dampen your show, 

for before you know, 

                  They will be prey. 

(and indeed they have beguiled me) 

Let me instead, 

  Sit where I pray, 

and listen 

and glisten 

and rest. 

I have already done my best. 

and will continue to weave, 

 for now you have beguiled me 

But indeed, 

     Now I must rest. 

Already sown now, 

  The fate you so chose, but I, the Weaver, 

  Shall dampen my blows, 

If you merely and sincerely

 Simply and endearingly 

      Can but just 

                        Let me rest. 

Otherwise activate a much more deadly 

  release 

and you'll see a dormant magic 

  much less a jest, 

for I am tempted this night by fate...

  

  To weave, 

    and weave some more, 

 but I think better to dream.

Weaving there, 

  under a moonlit glow

    a much more intricate web...

Threading fate, a chorded delight 

 and a much more satisfying bed